Between The Lines Of Darkness

It's how we perceive the void that propels the little stones
Across our eyes and views
It's how we stop to listen to the sleepy sighs
In the hours between the lines of darkness
And the dirtier we get the less chance there is
To be invited to watch the marbles fall against the worn ground
But the fog shall envelope us
As the sea is whipped into a subservient pond
Yet her revenge will be to give the gift of pace
To a boy who can run like a river in flood
And the trouble starts when the reeds all curl back
With the wind in our hair
While the birds all land upon the prowls to watch
And remember when the hope has been released
From the skeletal bonds
We must sing the songs of men and their lovers
Their politics and their odes
Yet when the brash move forward on their hands and thier knees
They will hear the pipes and see the drops of sweet
Fall from their brows to the clay ground
And there will be no reverberations from the rocks that fly
Like flies on fire or birds from the sun
And the flowers all wilt for there is no reason to stay alive
Their message has been sent
And their message is understood
So the boy stands high against the statues base
While the emptiness of the room still buzzes like a hive
And the smell of wine lingers
As the memory of thighs and kisses on chests are chiseled upon vases
So the bow has been strung and the hares are all moving
But the god with the phallus looks down with a menacing smile
And the reflection of the poet is seen within the tamed pond
And the portrait will be painted
As the tale will be told- yet no one will understand
Like the fear of getting old
Makes the soldier fearless and irreplaceable
Here it is, June, so we can not forget
Forever in orbit and we will tell the story
Yet we can never describe
And for this we shall be judged